Title: The What If's of Life

Rating: G

Summary: What if? Don't you ever find yourself asking the same question? What if? Hermione and Ron are going out but what if…? Hermione and Ron are having troubles so what if…? Find out the what would've happened just if…RR!

Ships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sad day.

A/N: This chapter is extremely short however I have my reasons. Don't doubt me because I believe this is a really good story. Bear with me for the first few chapters but I swear it will get better. Read and please REVIEW! PLEASE!

Chapter 1

Blinking the sleepiness away, Hermione snuggles closer into the warmth of his bracing arms. She smiles to herself, completely content in his arms, feeling his hot steady breath against the back of her neck. Oh gawd, this was like a dream. She swiveled around in his arms, so now she was facing him. He tightens his grip around her waist. Looking at the ginger headed boy she softly traces the side of his face with the tips of her fingers. The freckles which covered the tops of his cheeks and nose.

They had been going out for about 4 months. Ron finally having the gut to ask Hermione out. Of course no one was surprised the two got together. I mean they were the most anticipated couple in all of Hogwarts. Even in the Daily Prophet mention their new found relationship—'Finally Their Union.' They were the golden couple, the picture perfect, the envy of all girls and the dismay of all guys—their girlfriends wanting the same exact relationship.

"Ron, dear, wake up…" came a voice behind the doors. Hermione, immediately recognizing the voice, sat board straight up. Oh dear heavens! Mrs. Weasley can't find us like this! She frantically tries to release herself from his arms only for his grip to tighten.

"Ron, dear did you…" door opens and there stands Mrs. Weasley, gaping at the sight in front of her. "Hermione," she breathes not believing this at all. "Mrs. Weasley," Hermione responds under her breath, all the time poking Ron hard on the ribs and gritting through her teeth for Ron to wake up and of course to no avail. He right on kept sleeping peacefully. Hermione nervously stared at the plump usual loving woman, seeing the anger slowly seeping into the surprised eyes. "RONALD BILUS WEASLEY!" This of course received the reaction Hermione had been desperately wanting. Ron sat up straight, his limbs flying everywhere and somehow managing to shove Hermione off the bed. 'Ouch' His eyes went round at the sight of his mum glaring daggers at him. "Mum," he breathes out breathlessly. "No, no, mum, it's not like that at all!...We were just sleeping together," he tires to explain.

Hermione who is now on the floor slaps her forehead with her hand as Mrs. Weasley's eyes flame with outrage. Ron registering what he had just said plus the reaction he was getting from his mum grew more frantic. "OH NO, no, no, no, no, not what I meant. I meant that we were just…." Now silenced by his mother.

"Hermione," it seemed as though it was taking every molecule in her body to stay calm. Her jaws tightened Hermione could've sworn she could hear grinding. "Get out," her voice cold and quiet. "I'll see you both downstairs for breakfast." Hermione bolted out of that room as if her life depended on it without a glance behind.

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Mrs. Weasley was not one happy camper and the rest of the Weasleys including Harry could feel that at the breakfast table. When the two came down Mrs. Weasley went about her business as if they didn't exist. Mr. Weasley, trying to lighten the mood had opened his mouth to speak and then it went off. "RON! HERMIONE! ARTHUR! who looked startled and perhaps a bit scared and being pointed out LIVING ROOM! NOW!"

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"Merlin's sake Ron, Hermione," Harry exasperated. "What on earth did the two of you do?" Hermione and Ron seemed to have lost their voices throughout most of their morning. Now they were walking down Diagon Alley, collecting their school supplies.

"Mum, found us in bed," Ron says a bit quietly and in a defeated way.

Harry's eyes went wide. "You mean you were having—" slap "Ouch" Harry exclaimed rubbing the back of his head.

"Of course not," Hermione said indignantly. Ron tried hard to stifle in a laugh.

"Nah, mate, we were just sleeping together," Ron replied. Harry quirked an eyebrow, still rubbing his head. smack "ouch, what was that for?" Hermione rolls her eyes and stomps a few steps ahead of the two boys. This time Harry having to try and stifle a laugh. "You know what I mean, right Harry?" he looks to Harry for back up. Harry just shrugs and shakes his head slightly. "Actually, nah mate, I don't," that won him a under smack in the head. "Hey! What's with the violence. I truly hope your guys' relationship consists of this." Ron just started muttering as the two boys followed Hermione into Flourish and Blotts.

"Well, Hermione, I believe you're banned from the Burrow for a bit of time," Harry bringing up this subject again after a moment's silence. Hermione turned on her heel, crossing her arms across her chest! "Harry James Potter, must you pester us with childish comments and I think I should've gotten that message quite clearly."

A/N: Okay, I changed this chapter. How do you like? PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! PLEASE!